Be still my foolish heart
Relief mingled with disappointment at the response. Finding the right place without the right person present was only half a success. Rubbing one arm with fingers that felt stiff and cold, she followed the gesture with her eyes, to the door. Right. Obvious enough. "Petra," she replied, flashing Quanil a quick smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You wouldn't happen to know when he will return?" It was a setback, to stumble right from the start. She didn't think it would be a good idea to move on to the next point on the list until she'd gotten a reply here, which meant... that she'd have to keep imposing on the infirmary for food and shelter. Not a great situation. Not that anything about this was good at all.
Uncertainly, she shifted the weight between her feet. Longed for something to tie the blonde hair back with so it wouldn't tumble in an unruly mane around the face and shoulders. Not that it would help appearances any, with the awful clothes and her hopeless body being what they were, but... oh well.
Don't ruin this on me
PETRA
